Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

By nightfall he'd made his way beyond the lake and further north. Cutting his own path through the wilderness had proved to be difficult but rewarding so far, giving rise to the idea that he could survive here; he need not return to the guild immediately. Better to gather some stories, see to some exploits, for when he made his way again. 

The clear day had become a bright, cold, clear night; the moon was bright enough to shed light across his path, although the trees of the woodland kept much of it shrouded from him. Kapros didn't mind working in the dark. The cold was a bitch to deal with, but he had no reason to complain (and nobody to complain at) so he worked his way through the forest in silence.

There were many paths winding through this place, and many scents. It was a popular point of convection for the wolf community. A crossroads, he thought with a smirk, and it was easy to formulate a plan around that concept. If he lingered here within the shelter of this forest then Kapros could spy upon who came and went, perhaps find a mark — or charm his way to some fresh grub.